Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.